"So were brother and sister?" Lee inquired as she stuffed a rolled pair or socks into a duffle bag. To her, so far, it seamed that she was the only one doing any packing. Corran lay accost the end of his bed reading the data pads that Wedge had given them.



"Yeppers. It says here that were A'sha and." he wrinkled his nose and growled. "This is Boosters own personal touch. It says were A'sha and Duh'vis Hazzie. Duh'vis? What kind of name is Duh'vis?"



Lee tried to cover her smile. "Did you know Booster had a Brother-in-law named Duh'vis?"



"Really?" He asked suspiciously.



"Really. I kid you not. Though. he hated Uncle Duh'vis with a passion" She grimaced as she stuffed a few more things into the duffle bag.



"See. Booster does have it in for me." Corran griped, dropping the data pad on his stomach and starring off at nothing on the ceiling. "Have you even looked through these identacards yet?"



Before he could say anything else a bag was thrown over his head. "Here, you pack now. Let me see the data pads." Lee picked up the data pad off Corran's stomach and rounded his bed, flopping down on an old coach pushed up against a wall. She then started scanning through the files. From the corner of her eye she could see Corran remove the bag from his face and sit up.

"So, Duh'vis. are you going to finish packing so we can go home? Says here were both students from the University planet Myyrlest on vacation for the Corellian holidays. Hay didn't Rouge Squadron do a mission on Myyrlest?"

He shrugged. "Must have been before I joined." He stood up and started over to his closet.

Lee Continued reading. "You were an addicted gambler, a bad one from the sounds of this, and practically gambled your life away. Our parents paid to send you to school so you would break the gambling habit." She grinned. "You're studying to be an Anthropologist. Ohhh. and after vacation you have an archeological dig on Yavin 4 near the temple of the Blue leaf cluster. Sounds like fun." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her words.

Corran walked out of the closet with his arms full of clothing and laid them on the end of his bed, where he began to fold them, getting them ready to pack. "So I'm a reformed gambler Anthropologist. What are you dear sister?"

"Hold a sec." She scanned on down the file and found it. "I also had my share of troubles. Says here Ma and Pa sent me to school one year after you for a small drinking problem. I'm a student of the science of Human- Animal communications." Her smile wavered as she read on. "I'm also going home to collect a test subject. Get this, I'm getting a Corellian Sandpanther from someone named Jenanos Idan."

"Well that shouldn't be hard to pull off sense you once had a sandpanther of your own for a while, didn't you?" Corran looked over and saw a tear roll down her check. " Ah kiddio, I'm sorry. I didn't mean reopen old wounds."

She sat up wiping away the tear. "Not your fault. I was thinking of her before you spoke."

"Luna-Ray right. She's the one that went up with your old ship?"

"Yes." She sniffed then dried her eyes with her flight suit sleeve. "She was left on the FireStorm when the pirates took it. CorSec forces couldn't catch the pirates, so they blew up the ship instead. My cargo for Dalic the hutt, my droids, my life's work, and my bodyguard and best friend Luna went up with the pirates.

Corran stopped and stared at her. "Wait a minute. I don't remember CorSec being involved in that. I remember when that happened but it was two civilians who chased after the pirates, not CorSec."

She shook her head sadly. "No Corran, it was CorSec. They were under cover and had there cover blown. It was an old man about your fathers age and a rookie about our age."

"What were there names? Do you remember? What did they look like?" Corran asked as he went over to the coach to set next to her, obviously cereous about this new information on an old case.

She sighed and stood. "Well I don't remember much. I do remember the older man was tall with red hair and pushy. He ran off towards another ship. The younger man helped me up and said not to worry cus they were CorSec. Then he ran off to the ship." She sighed. "They flew up after the FireStorm and blew it up."

With a touch of sadness in his voice Corran looked up at her and spoke softly. "Did you ever find out who they were?"

She shook her head slowly. "No. The older man called for the rookie, but it was so long ago I that I don't remember the name. I do remember he had a set of the brightest ice blue eyes I've ever seen." She flopped back down on the coach next to Corran and closed her eyes, saying nothing more.

Corran turned to sit sideways on the coach, his hands unconsciously doubling up into fists. "You didn't go to the authorities cus you were as wanted as Booster, Blue, or Solo."

Lee nodded ever so slightly. "And who would believe the word of a smuggler. I would have been imprisoned just for saying CorSec owed me."

Corran slowly forced himself to open his hands. "I would have believed you. To bad we didn't know each other back then. I could have helped you out."

She shook her head and placed her thumb and forefinger on her temples, rubbing them. "No you wouldn't have."

He suddenly stood up, surprised. "What? What does that mean? I would have helped you out if you needed it." He said defensively.

Sighing, her green eyes stared thoughtfully into his. "Corran." She spoke softly. "I was a smuggler and a thief. You were Corellian Security. My job was to break the law yours was to keep it. If I had walked up to you and told you my tail, then yes you would have helped me but."

Corran was about to say something but stopped with a raise of Lee's hand.

She continued. "But as soon as you found out I was Lee Terrik Antilles the smuggler, I would have been stun cuffed and imprisoned faster then you could say 'Bothens on Ice'."

She looked away from his pained face and frowned. "You would have done your job. You can't deny that."

Corran turned away from her and looked down at his hands. He said nothing, knowing what she just said was true. Back then he still had his father, he still had a happy life. He still thought CorSec was the same as it was when he was young and dreamed of being apart of the Corellian Sector Forces, just like his father and grandfather.

Lee stood behind him and patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't fret about it Corran, that was a long time ago. Things have changed. You were part of CorSec, I was a smuggler, now were both wanted rebels for Rogue Squadron." She passed and he turned around.

Giving him her best smile she continued. "Lets not dwindle on the past any longer. We must prepare for the future." She gave him a little push. "Now finish packing so we can leave." She sat back down picking up the data pad and again scanned through it.

Walking back to the bag he was packing Corran cleared his mind and finely spoke. "So.what else is on our mission cards?

She smiled. "We meet two smugglers. One Jenanos Idana and a Smurth Devins. Looks like Jenanos has a carbonized sandpanther for me. Devins is retired and lives somewhere on Corellia. You get to find him and get some data cards. Says here he wont deliver."

Corran snorted as he placed his last article of clothing into his bag. "He's probably the hole reason we have to go on this mission in the first place then. The old coot is too stubborn to send us the data cards. Probably figures if we really need them well come get them. And pay a hefty price for them too, no doubt."

"No doubt."

He pulled the strings to his bag close and looked at Lee. "Ready to go A'sha?" He grinned.

Standing up she smiled back at him "Sure am Duh'vis, lets go." She walked to his side. He hefted his duffle bag onto his shoulders and smiled. They started towards the doors.

Corran's smile dimmed a little as he remembered one more thing. "Um. By the way." He winced. "Wedge sent other orders. He wants us to get a make over, to disguise our normal looks. He. um.wants you to cut and die your hair."

She stopped and gasped, staring at him with a startled look on her face. "You're messing with me right? You can't be serious. Wedge wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't." She rambled.

Corran stopped and looked back at her. "I don't much like having my hair dyed either-"

"Dieing is nothing." She said cutting him off. "I just refuse to cut my hair. I absolutely wont do it, and no one can make me do it."

Shaking his head he walked out the door. Lee fallowed, still exclaiming that she would never cut her hair. "It just can't be true. I wont do it, and you, Wedge, or any army cant make me do it."